The French Teacher..

Sitting behind the counter he steps in and ask about the Cuban cigars, eyes her as she opens the cabinet, he observes her exquisite curves, full lips and is captivated by her unique smile and sweet voice. Her mannerism was so graceful, her stare so breathtaking. She asked his method of payment and if that was all he wanted, he was lost in thought by her exceeding beauty, wondered if she spoke French and he could picture her pronouncing syllables “I’m a French teacher “he fumbles upon the words not knowing what she’d say.

“ i know , was one of your students”

Written by
Laurna Guiste